Start of a story up for grabs
Okay, so this has been sitting on my laptop for almost a year now, half written and completely unfinished. What I've done has ended up quite dark, but whoever takes this can change that to make it a little lighter if they want.
Chuck felt beyond numb.
He couldn’t actually believe this was happening. When the General had said ‘deep undercover’ he hadn’t actually expected it to be like this.
He stood arms wide and legs spread as he was hosed down with disinfectant and then bent over when he was told for the cavity search, something he was sure he would never get used to.
He could see Casey out of the corner of his eye doing the same, keeping his head down and not making eye contact with any of the guards. Realising that, that was probably a good idea, Chuck did the same, staring at the wet tiles underneath him as he waited for the guard to finish.
“You’re done,” the guard said, patting him on the back.
Chuck stood up just in time to have a towel thrown at him. He quickly dried himself before he and Casey were escorted into a freezing cold room where two piles of clothes were sitting on the benches in front of him, next to a pile of bedding. Folding the towel up neatly, Chuck pulled on the prison issue boxers and vest, then the too big pants and shirt, buttoning it up like he’d been told to, before putting on his socks and plain white sneakers.
As he stood up straight he noticed Casey picking up his bedding and turning to the officer that had been keeping an eye on them.
“Let’s go,” the officer said before leading them out of the room.
Chuck quickly grabbed his things and followed Casey and the officer out and down the corridor, through four sets of security gates, jumping every time one of them was slammed shut. And then they were in the cellblock.
“Prisoner 10569JC, you’re in here,” Casey stepped forward and into the cell, “This is Frank,” the officer said as he pointed to the scrawny little elderly man sitting on the top bunk reading a book. He looked harmless really, nodding at Casey as he put his things on the bottom bunk.
“John,” Casey told him.
And that was the last Chuck heard as the cell door was slammed shut, “You’re down here,” the officer said to him, leading him down towards the end of the corridor.
“Prisoner 10570CC, this is you.”
Chuck nervously stepped into the cell, spotting a rather muscular and tattooed man sitting on his bunk playing with a pack of cards. Chuck flashed on him straight away. He was doing time for armed robbery, getting caught by accident after getting into a bar fight and ending up in hospital. He’d actually tried to press charges on the guy that had given him that scar on his cheek.
“That’s Joey,” the officer told him before patting him on the back, “Do yourself a favour and do what he says. It’ll make life easier for yourself.”
But before Chuck got the chance to ask what he meant, the door was slammed shut leaving him alone with Joey.
“What you staring at?” Joey snapped.
“Uh, nothing,” Chuck said leaning down and putting his things on his bunk, “Charles Carmichael,” he said as he stood back up and held out his hand, “But most people just call me Chuck.”
Joey just stared at his hand before going back to his cards and began muttering to himself.
“Right,” Chuck nodded, “Of course.”
Happy to not have to indulge himself in conversation, Chuck bent down and began to make up his bed. Lights out wasn’t for another three hours, but at least if he lay on his bunk, he wouldn’t be accused of staring at Joey.
He couldn’t actually believe he was in prison. They were apparently in here for fraud and had been given six years minimum each, although in retrospect, he was only going to be here a few months.
He had told Ellie that he and Sarah were travelling Europe and Casey had moved back home to look after his sick mother. Sarah was the only one from the outside world who knew he was in here. She was to maintain her cover as his girlfriend, visiting him and even arranging ‘conjugals’ to go over any intel he collected. The General was going to act as Casey’s mother, which was probably the weirdest thing out of all of this.
It had been a long day. He’d gotten up at the crack of dawn to be debriefed about the man they were going after. An Iranian national who was in their prison system and who was apparently organising some sort of attack on their government as a celebration when he got released three months from now. And then there had been the flight across the country and long drive to get to the prison. Travelling always made him tired and all he wanted to do now was sleep.
However, just as he was tucking the sheet in at the back, Joey jumped down off his bunk and stood behind him, very close behind him.
Chuck froze as he felt Joey’s cock pressing into his behind.
“Got a while before dark,” Joey said, “Figure I’d give you a proper welcome.”
Chuck stood up straight and turned round, “You know what, I’m really okay…” Joey punched him hard making him fall to his knees.
“What were you saying?” Joey asked him.
Chuck looked up at him, “Nothing,” he said quietly, remembering what the guard had said earlier and accepting his fate, “I wasn’t saying anything.”
“Good.”
As Joey unzipped his fly, Chuck closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was doing it for his country. His country and the ones he loved. He could do it if it meant keeping them safe.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Chuck limped into the canteen for breakfast the next morning he spotted Casey a mile away. He was sitting talking to his cellmate Frank and needing to talk to someone who he knew cared about his safety, he limped over to him as fast as he could.
“Hey,” he said as he sat down gingerly.
Casey looked up at him to say hi, but froze as he took in his appearance, “What the hell happened to you?” he asked as he cupped his chin.
“My cellmate Joey likes to play rough,” Chuck explained, “And I found out in the shower that he likes to share with his friends.”
“I’ll see you boys later,” Frank said as he stood, clearly not wanting to get involved.
“What did he do to you?” Casey asked him
“Nothing,” Chuck said.
“Chuck,” Casey said quieter, “What, did that fuck, do to you?”
Chuck looked up at him, “Please, don’t make me say it. I just… I want to just forget about it. Please.”
“Hey Carmichael! You snitching to your boyfriend?”
Both Chuck and Casey turned to see Joey and a couple of his friends standing laughing at him. Casey quickly dropped his hand from Chuck’s face and stood up.
“Casey don’t,” Chuck said as he stood up too.
But Casey couldn’t hear him. The blood pulsing through his ears was deafening him and so instead he just marched up to Joey.
“You do this?” he asked him.
Joey grinned, “What you gonna do about it?” he asked, tapping Casey on the chest.
Casey grunted slightly as he gave him a small smile. Joey just smiled back, obviously not realising what Casey was about to do. One second Casey was just standing there smiling at Joey and the next he had batted his hand away, broke his arm and snapped his neck.
The other two who’d been standing behind him, tried to run as Joey fell to the floor. But Casey was too quick, grabbing them by the throat and making them cough blood, the blood vessels in their eyes bursting before the guards were able to pull him off them.
As Casey was dragged away, one of the guards came and grabbed Chuck, dragging him out of the canteen.
He was dragged down the hall and up the stairs only coming to a stop outside of the governor’s office where Casey was sitting, hands cuffed behind his back, but looking calmer than Chuck had ever seen him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Chuck said to him.
Casey didn’t say anything though, just looking up at him before the governor’s door opened and they were escorted inside. The governor took one look at Chuck before telling the guards to uncuff Casey and wait out outside.
“Sir?” one of the guards asked, really not deeming it safe to leave Casey unguarded.
“It’s fine, go,” the Governor said.
When they were gone he turned to Chuck, “Mr Bartowski, please tell me you’ve just been in a fight,” he said.
“Sorry Director Graham,” Chuck said, to him, actually relieved to see him fro the first time in his life, “I wish I had been though.”
The Director sighed and went to sit behind his desk, gesturing for them both to take a seat, “What happened?”
“The cell mate you put him in with raped him,” Casey snapped, “Then shared him with his friends this morning.”
“Is this true?”
Chuck looked down at his lap and just nodded. Hearing Casey say it out loud made it seem far too real. Before it had just been like a bad dream and he’d got all the bruises from falling out of bed. But now it was real. And it would forever be on his record.
“You still shouldn’t have broken his neck,” the director said.
“You’re right,” Casey nodded, “I should have made him suffer.”
The director just gave him the most disapproving look before turning back to Chuck, “We’ll have to get the Doctor to take a look at you. And of course, you do know that there is the possibility of contracting AIDS or HIV.”
“Yes,” Chuck nodded.
The Director studied him for a moment, “Do you want to pull out?” he asked him, “It’s not too late to put someone else into place.”
“No,” Chuck said, “No. I’m fine. Just a little bruised is all. I can still do my job.”
“Very well…”
“Are you nuts?” Casey interrupted, “He can’t continue with this mission. He shouldn’t even been here in the first place. I told you he wasn’t ready. Yet you still put him in here and then, to top it all off, you put him in a cell with Joey Carson.”
“You knew who he was?” Chuck asked him in surprise.
“Everyone knew who he is,” Casey said before turning back to the Director, “I want him extracted now.”
“I’m not a child,” Chuck said, “Sorry, if my very first night in prison didn’t go as planned.”
“Go as planned? Chuck! Are you insane? What he did to you…”
“Is in the past,” Chuck said, “It’s done with. Now can we get back to the mission?”
“No,” Casey said, the vein in his forehead looking like it was about to pop, “No we can’t…”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough,” the Director said, “Casey, get your stuff. You’re moving into Chuck’s cell. In the meantime Chuck, the guards will escort you to the med wing.”
Chuck nodded as he stood, the Director calling in one of the guards to escort him. When he was gone, the director turned to Casey, “He’s the one that’s going to find any info if there is any. It’s your job to protect him. Don’t let him out of your sight. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Casey nodded.
“Good. Now go. And try to refrain from killing anyone else.”
Casey nodded once more before heading out of the door to go back to his cell to collect his things. What the director had been thinking putting them in separate cells in the first place was beyond him. Maybe he’d been testing him. If it was a test he’d break the Director’s neck.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Casey was sitting at a table playing checkers with Frank when Chuck hobbled back into the cellblock. He walked straight past Casey and the other prisoners, not looking at any of them as he was tired of flashing on people before going straight into his cell and lying down on his bunk.
Casey frowned before getting up to check on him. He knew that his over protectiveness of Chuck probably wouldn’t do him any favours, but he was going to do his job if it killed him.
“Chuck?” he asked as he stepped into the cell, “Chuck you okay?”
“Fine Casey,” Chuck said, not turning away from the wall to look at him.
Casey frowned at him, “What did the doctor say?” he asked as he crouched down so that he was at the same level as him.
Chuck turned round to face him, “Not a lot,” he said, “Patched me up, offered me counselling…”
“You take it?” Casey asked, thinking that it might be a good thing for Chuck.
“No,” Casey told him before looking away from him and up at the bunk above, “Doctor said I was lucky that Joey and his two friends don’t have any history of any STI’s.”
Casey frowned. Lucky? That really wasn’t the type of language you should use when speaking to a rape victim, “Well, let’s keep our fingers crossed that they definitely didn’t pass anything on.”
“Oh,” Chuck said as he delved into his pocket, “He said I looked like the type of person who might need these.”
Casey held out his hand and was more than a little shocked to be handed a handful of condoms. Whoever this doctor was, he was clearly a homophobic, bigoted little prick and he’d just went on Casey’s list of ‘People Who Can Fuck Off’.
“Right,” Casey said, putting them in his won pocket until he thought of somewhere else to put them, “You wanna come play checkers with me and Frank?” he asked.
“I just want to sleep,” Chuck told him, “I’m really tired.”
Casey nodded, “Okay. We’ve only got a half hour of rec time left anyway. I’ll see you then.”
Chuck nodded and rolled back over. Casey watched him for a moment, wanting to say something to comfort him but not really knowing what to say, and so instead he just stood up and walked back out of the cell to rejoin Frank at his table.
And that's as far as I've been able to get with it. Good luck to whoever takes it up.
Chuck felt beyond numb.
He couldn’t actually believe this was happening. When the General had said ‘deep undercover’ he hadn’t actually expected it to be like this.
He stood arms wide and legs spread as he was hosed down with disinfectant and then bent over when he was told for the cavity search, something he was sure he would never get used to.
He could see Casey out of the corner of his eye doing the same, keeping his head down and not making eye contact with any of the guards. Realising that, that was probably a good idea, Chuck did the same, staring at the wet tiles underneath him as he waited for the guard to finish.
“You’re done,” the guard said, patting him on the back.
Chuck stood up just in time to have a towel thrown at him. He quickly dried himself before he and Casey were escorted into a freezing cold room where two piles of clothes were sitting on the benches in front of him, next to a pile of bedding. Folding the towel up neatly, Chuck pulled on the prison issue boxers and vest, then the too big pants and shirt, buttoning it up like he’d been told to, before putting on his socks and plain white sneakers.
As he stood up straight he noticed Casey picking up his bedding and turning to the officer that had been keeping an eye on them.
“Let’s go,” the officer said before leading them out of the room.
Chuck quickly grabbed his things and followed Casey and the officer out and down the corridor, through four sets of security gates, jumping every time one of them was slammed shut. And then they were in the cellblock.
“Prisoner 10569JC, you’re in here,” Casey stepped forward and into the cell, “This is Frank,” the officer said as he pointed to the scrawny little elderly man sitting on the top bunk reading a book. He looked harmless really, nodding at Casey as he put his things on the bottom bunk.
“John,” Casey told him.
And that was the last Chuck heard as the cell door was slammed shut, “You’re down here,” the officer said to him, leading him down towards the end of the corridor.
“Prisoner 10570CC, this is you.”
Chuck nervously stepped into the cell, spotting a rather muscular and tattooed man sitting on his bunk playing with a pack of cards. Chuck flashed on him straight away. He was doing time for armed robbery, getting caught by accident after getting into a bar fight and ending up in hospital. He’d actually tried to press charges on the guy that had given him that scar on his cheek.
“That’s Joey,” the officer told him before patting him on the back, “Do yourself a favour and do what he says. It’ll make life easier for yourself.”
But before Chuck got the chance to ask what he meant, the door was slammed shut leaving him alone with Joey.
“What you staring at?” Joey snapped.
“Uh, nothing,” Chuck said leaning down and putting his things on his bunk, “Charles Carmichael,” he said as he stood back up and held out his hand, “But most people just call me Chuck.”
Joey just stared at his hand before going back to his cards and began muttering to himself.
“Right,” Chuck nodded, “Of course.”
Happy to not have to indulge himself in conversation, Chuck bent down and began to make up his bed. Lights out wasn’t for another three hours, but at least if he lay on his bunk, he wouldn’t be accused of staring at Joey.
He couldn’t actually believe he was in prison. They were apparently in here for fraud and had been given six years minimum each, although in retrospect, he was only going to be here a few months.
He had told Ellie that he and Sarah were travelling Europe and Casey had moved back home to look after his sick mother. Sarah was the only one from the outside world who knew he was in here. She was to maintain her cover as his girlfriend, visiting him and even arranging ‘conjugals’ to go over any intel he collected. The General was going to act as Casey’s mother, which was probably the weirdest thing out of all of this.
It had been a long day. He’d gotten up at the crack of dawn to be debriefed about the man they were going after. An Iranian national who was in their prison system and who was apparently organising some sort of attack on their government as a celebration when he got released three months from now. And then there had been the flight across the country and long drive to get to the prison. Travelling always made him tired and all he wanted to do now was sleep.
However, just as he was tucking the sheet in at the back, Joey jumped down off his bunk and stood behind him, very close behind him.
Chuck froze as he felt Joey’s cock pressing into his behind.
“Got a while before dark,” Joey said, “Figure I’d give you a proper welcome.”
Chuck stood up straight and turned round, “You know what, I’m really okay…” Joey punched him hard making him fall to his knees.
“What were you saying?” Joey asked him.
Chuck looked up at him, “Nothing,” he said quietly, remembering what the guard had said earlier and accepting his fate, “I wasn’t saying anything.”
“Good.”
As Joey unzipped his fly, Chuck closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was doing it for his country. His country and the ones he loved. He could do it if it meant keeping them safe.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As Chuck limped into the canteen for breakfast the next morning he spotted Casey a mile away. He was sitting talking to his cellmate Frank and needing to talk to someone who he knew cared about his safety, he limped over to him as fast as he could.
“Hey,” he said as he sat down gingerly.
Casey looked up at him to say hi, but froze as he took in his appearance, “What the hell happened to you?” he asked as he cupped his chin.
“My cellmate Joey likes to play rough,” Chuck explained, “And I found out in the shower that he likes to share with his friends.”
“I’ll see you boys later,” Frank said as he stood, clearly not wanting to get involved.
“What did he do to you?” Casey asked him
“Nothing,” Chuck said.
“Chuck,” Casey said quieter, “What, did that fuck, do to you?”
Chuck looked up at him, “Please, don’t make me say it. I just… I want to just forget about it. Please.”
“Hey Carmichael! You snitching to your boyfriend?”
Both Chuck and Casey turned to see Joey and a couple of his friends standing laughing at him. Casey quickly dropped his hand from Chuck’s face and stood up.
“Casey don’t,” Chuck said as he stood up too.
But Casey couldn’t hear him. The blood pulsing through his ears was deafening him and so instead he just marched up to Joey.
“You do this?” he asked him.
Joey grinned, “What you gonna do about it?” he asked, tapping Casey on the chest.
Casey grunted slightly as he gave him a small smile. Joey just smiled back, obviously not realising what Casey was about to do. One second Casey was just standing there smiling at Joey and the next he had batted his hand away, broke his arm and snapped his neck.
The other two who’d been standing behind him, tried to run as Joey fell to the floor. But Casey was too quick, grabbing them by the throat and making them cough blood, the blood vessels in their eyes bursting before the guards were able to pull him off them.
As Casey was dragged away, one of the guards came and grabbed Chuck, dragging him out of the canteen.
He was dragged down the hall and up the stairs only coming to a stop outside of the governor’s office where Casey was sitting, hands cuffed behind his back, but looking calmer than Chuck had ever seen him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Chuck said to him.
Casey didn’t say anything though, just looking up at him before the governor’s door opened and they were escorted inside. The governor took one look at Chuck before telling the guards to uncuff Casey and wait out outside.
“Sir?” one of the guards asked, really not deeming it safe to leave Casey unguarded.
“It’s fine, go,” the Governor said.
When they were gone he turned to Chuck, “Mr Bartowski, please tell me you’ve just been in a fight,” he said.
“Sorry Director Graham,” Chuck said, to him, actually relieved to see him fro the first time in his life, “I wish I had been though.”
The Director sighed and went to sit behind his desk, gesturing for them both to take a seat, “What happened?”
“The cell mate you put him in with raped him,” Casey snapped, “Then shared him with his friends this morning.”
“Is this true?”
Chuck looked down at his lap and just nodded. Hearing Casey say it out loud made it seem far too real. Before it had just been like a bad dream and he’d got all the bruises from falling out of bed. But now it was real. And it would forever be on his record.
“You still shouldn’t have broken his neck,” the director said.
“You’re right,” Casey nodded, “I should have made him suffer.”
The director just gave him the most disapproving look before turning back to Chuck, “We’ll have to get the Doctor to take a look at you. And of course, you do know that there is the possibility of contracting AIDS or HIV.”
“Yes,” Chuck nodded.
The Director studied him for a moment, “Do you want to pull out?” he asked him, “It’s not too late to put someone else into place.”
“No,” Chuck said, “No. I’m fine. Just a little bruised is all. I can still do my job.”
“Very well…”
“Are you nuts?” Casey interrupted, “He can’t continue with this mission. He shouldn’t even been here in the first place. I told you he wasn’t ready. Yet you still put him in here and then, to top it all off, you put him in a cell with Joey Carson.”
“You knew who he was?” Chuck asked him in surprise.
“Everyone knew who he is,” Casey said before turning back to the Director, “I want him extracted now.”
“I’m not a child,” Chuck said, “Sorry, if my very first night in prison didn’t go as planned.”
“Go as planned? Chuck! Are you insane? What he did to you…”
“Is in the past,” Chuck said, “It’s done with. Now can we get back to the mission?”
“No,” Casey said, the vein in his forehead looking like it was about to pop, “No we can’t…”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough,” the Director said, “Casey, get your stuff. You’re moving into Chuck’s cell. In the meantime Chuck, the guards will escort you to the med wing.”
Chuck nodded as he stood, the Director calling in one of the guards to escort him. When he was gone, the director turned to Casey, “He’s the one that’s going to find any info if there is any. It’s your job to protect him. Don’t let him out of your sight. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Casey nodded.
“Good. Now go. And try to refrain from killing anyone else.”
Casey nodded once more before heading out of the door to go back to his cell to collect his things. What the director had been thinking putting them in separate cells in the first place was beyond him. Maybe he’d been testing him. If it was a test he’d break the Director’s neck.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Casey was sitting at a table playing checkers with Frank when Chuck hobbled back into the cellblock. He walked straight past Casey and the other prisoners, not looking at any of them as he was tired of flashing on people before going straight into his cell and lying down on his bunk.
Casey frowned before getting up to check on him. He knew that his over protectiveness of Chuck probably wouldn’t do him any favours, but he was going to do his job if it killed him.
“Chuck?” he asked as he stepped into the cell, “Chuck you okay?”
“Fine Casey,” Chuck said, not turning away from the wall to look at him.
Casey frowned at him, “What did the doctor say?” he asked as he crouched down so that he was at the same level as him.
Chuck turned round to face him, “Not a lot,” he said, “Patched me up, offered me counselling…”
“You take it?” Casey asked, thinking that it might be a good thing for Chuck.
“No,” Casey told him before looking away from him and up at the bunk above, “Doctor said I was lucky that Joey and his two friends don’t have any history of any STI’s.”
Casey frowned. Lucky? That really wasn’t the type of language you should use when speaking to a rape victim, “Well, let’s keep our fingers crossed that they definitely didn’t pass anything on.”
“Oh,” Chuck said as he delved into his pocket, “He said I looked like the type of person who might need these.”
Casey held out his hand and was more than a little shocked to be handed a handful of condoms. Whoever this doctor was, he was clearly a homophobic, bigoted little prick and he’d just went on Casey’s list of ‘People Who Can Fuck Off’.
“Right,” Casey said, putting them in his won pocket until he thought of somewhere else to put them, “You wanna come play checkers with me and Frank?” he asked.
“I just want to sleep,” Chuck told him, “I’m really tired.”
Casey nodded, “Okay. We’ve only got a half hour of rec time left anyway. I’ll see you then.”
Chuck nodded and rolled back over. Casey watched him for a moment, wanting to say something to comfort him but not really knowing what to say, and so instead he just stood up and walked back out of the cell to rejoin Frank at his table.
And that's as far as I've been able to get with it. Good luck to whoever takes it up.